Chess, Not Checkers

Sirius nodded his head, silent, taking it in stride. A part of him was bursting with pride, that this boy was a part of him. He was everything he wanted Azure to be… but that way lay pain. Art distracted him from his thoughts with his coughing fit, and his young pride. The Warlord laughed softly, and gestured with a paw in a manner that said ‘be my guest’

Art was already doing so, taking another more controlled sip. He seemed to be getting the hang of it now. The Warlord took his sip, taking a long draw, and then handing it back to Art. “Have you seen a wolf drunk before?” he wondered. Did Art have any idea what he was getting himself into?


"Sirius Fatalis"